Like this:

8.41 pmI enter the bar.It’s a cold and rainy evening.You’re there.You wave at me across the room for saying ‘hi’and later for saying ‘goodbye’.My bad I don’t dare to walk over to you.10.27 pmYou leave.I drink faster.My bad I don’t run after you to make you stay.12.59 amMy friends are hungry.We comb the town for something to eat.Your fault, I can’t walk properly!Your fault, I’m sad and angry as hell!02.14 amI’m drunk.I lay back in my chair.You write me a message:‘You look beautiful tonight’Guess you’re also drunk.And I’m sick.My bad that I still want you!You’re a real option, but not a solution.I want to reach my home port.I know you’ll never be that! You can’t be that!

I know I must give up on you.I maybe had my chance.Maybe not.Our paths once crossed but we didn’t make any steps together.There’s nothing in this universe that connects us –except that two words – what if?!

When we talk we create a past that we never had.A past that will never be ours.We talk in questions but we’re sure that there’s no answer.

Like this:

I’ve learned love is like a brick.
You can build a house or sink a dead body.

-Lady Gaga, Judas

Unfortunately, it feels more like sinking a dead body the last days.
Something erodes me and I can’t point the finger on it.
He gave me a key to the house of his parents and somehow it was cursed.
I feel bad since I have it. It lies in my pocket heavy like a stone.
I regarded it carefully but there’s nothing wrong with it.
It’s me.
I don’t want a key.
I want to move out.
I want a home.

Like this:

Your beautiful eyes told a thousand lies
of talks ’till the morning and castles of ice.
Told stories of lifes you spent by my side.
Couldn’t imagine how it hurts when love dies.
So much for your words. They afterwards hurt.
I must confess that love’s free as a bird.